DRAVEN
Before anyone could react to what the hell had just unfolded, Morgana was already on her tail, nearly ripping the door off its hinges as she threw it open.
"Luna, wait—" she called after her, using her title.
But Circe only stiffened for a second—long enough for Morgana to reach her, taking her by the arm.
Circe whipped her head back, her eyes locking on her mother's as furious tears gathered.
"Let us talk about this," Morgana said, smoothing her daughter's hair gently. "I have been a horrible mother to hide things from you after binding you to a man who could never be worthy of you."
The back of my neck prickled, heat born of humiliation spreading up my face. I could only grind my teeth, still tasting blood from the slap.
My eyes darted furtively, hoping no one was close enough to hear her say that.
I was still Alpha.
I had to keep it that way—but I was sure no one could hear us. We were on the highest floor of the pack house.
"You still—" Circe protested.
